Icy mounds of pure white snow melting in the warmth of day
Ah, a sense of spring tis in the air as gray begins to turn to blue
The sullen mood of melancholy winter's heart beholds
Tis soon to turn to joyful song as flower's bloom and fragrance fills the air
If only spring could fill the chambers of my heart with such delight
Melt away the icy coldness of melancholy and despair
Leaving in it's stead a new beginning free of emptiness
Recreating a heart filled with joyful song, eluding signs of woe
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